So, I'm sitting here at my desk and day dreaming of you. It's late, after hours and I think that everyone has gone for the evening. I'm working on a last minute report and I'm typing away at my computer. I'm so fixated on my work that I don't initially see you standing in my doorway. I notice your scent, and I look up. Apparently, you've been working late too.
I look up and see you standing there, leaning against the door jam. You smile at me with a mischievous grin, and tell me that you've been thinking of me. I ask you what you're doing here, and you reply that you've needed to catch up on some work yourself. You go on to explain that while you were working, you had stumbled on an old email of mine and that got you thinking about how wonderful we feel together. You say that it started to get you wet thinking of me, of how my hands feel on your skin. How my hot breath and wet lips feel when we kiss, make you weak in your knees. You tell me that you had to stop working and leaned back in your chair and began to feel your own legs, imagining that they were my hands on you. You explained that the feelings and thoughts, made your hands go up under your short skirt and found the wetness that had begun between your legs. When your hands reached your damp center, you imagined that my hot breath was only inches from your wet material and that your hands became mine as you felt the heat from your wetness.
You begin to close you eyes as you continue telling me how your pulled your skirt a little higher, allowing your hands better access to the dampness that seemed to have spread. You say that one hand began to pull the material of your panties up tight against yourself as the other roamed over the center and spread your juice. You begin to move a hand to the front of your skirt and absently begin to press your hand into yourself as you tell me that soon your panties were so wet, and that you felt that you needed more, but wanted to share this experience with me, even if I weren't there.
You open your eyes and see me staring at you in awe. You tell me that you got so wet that you had to take your panties off, and then you produce them in your other hand. You said that you were going to come into my office, sit in my chair and make love to yourself. You wanted to cum for me and to make sure that you wiped your juices with the panties and then leave them for me to find in the morning.
Watching you like this and hearing your story and your plan, has gotten me hard. You notice that I've dropped a hand under my desk, and you smile knowing the effect that you've had on me. You flip the light switch off, and the only light is coming from my computer screen and the full moon that is outside. You walk towards me and gently push me back away from my desk. You glance down in my lap and see the outline of my hardness under my hand. You look at me and smile again, and tell me to open my mouth. I comply without hesitation, and you slip your wet panties into my mouth. I suck greedily at the wet material, tasting the sweet poignant flavor of your love juice. I moan at the sensation and taste and you laugh a sweet girlish laugh.
You lean back onto my desk in front of me and you pull your skirt up higher. You leave your panties in my mouth for me to taste as your hands ride up your legs and slowly spread them. Your hands continue up your legs, pulling the front of your skirt higher with each passing moment. Finally, I can see the wetness that is between your legs, it glimmers in the soft light that has filled the office. I see your fingers light travel over your wetness and see that they quickly become coated with your love. As you bring your wet fingers up to your mouth, you close your eyes and lean slightly back and lick the juice from your fingers. Handling my own hardness and seeing you taste yourself, I moan letting your panties fall from my now dry, yet hungry mouth.
As you continue to lean back, your hand returns to your wet center, and again I see you slide your fingers over your wetness. You open your eyes and moan to your touch, and then you tell me to take off my pants. You want to see me and watch me stroke myself. You tell me how wet it makes you to see me pleasure myself while watching you, and knowing that I make you wet, makes me hard.